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My Way Home

YeahThey say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate isI stroll where souls get lost like VegasSeen through the eyes of rebel glassesPray to God that my arms reach the massesThe young smoke grass in grassless junglesRubber band together in cashless bundlesWe wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remainsMakin' sense of it we hustle for changeRevolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'Someone to stay in they corner like Mike TysonHypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hellDon't he know he could only get as high as he fell?Show money becomes bail, relationships become jailChildren are unheldI wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"Got me trapped like R. Kel', I bail and it

"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home againI'm on my way homeI left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm goneHome is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and itMight not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"